Teddy is sick.
He has cancer.
I’m sure everyone has already heard the news that Senator Edward Kennedy has been diagnosed with a malignant brain cancer that happens to be rather aggressive…
People my age who remember where they were and what they were doing - when Jack Kennedy was elected to the presidency of the United States - pretty much feel we grew up with the Kennedy’s, hence the first name/nick-name familiarity. Teddy, the brother who survived, became a sort of caretaker for the rest of the family; so like him or not, he carried the torch for the entire family all of these years. As the second longest serving senator in US Senate history, he may have wielded more influence on this nation than any president - yes, for better or worse.
All of that aside, the man is probably going to die, and just like any other relative or friend, black or white sheep, I’m praying for him. The most important thing in life is the salvation of our soul; Teddy needs our prayers as much as we will need them for ourselves when our last days arrive. His mother Rose would appreciate that as well.

It was actually St. Paschal Baylon who inspired me to sit outside locked churches in order to pray before the Blessed Sacrament. (Someone at my parish may have found out I do this because they posted a sign that the church will now remain open until 9:30 PM for visits to the Blessed Sacrament.) Legend has it the saint was at work in the fields and heard the church bells at the time of the consecration during Mass, and from there he adored the Eucharist that appeared to him miraculously.